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The Christian's wedding ring

A Lady · 1874 · Scanned text · Free in the US

69,015 words · about 4 h 50 min to read

Period artwork: Interior of the Bodleian Library, 1845
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About this book

Author
A Lady
Language
English
Published
1874
Length
69,015 words · about 4 h 50 min
Sections
3 reader sections
Text
Scanned text, read from page scans by OCR; may contain errors
Rights
Public domain in the United States

 

Contents (3)

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Introduction

"WHAT IS TRUTH?"

Our God abundant is in Truth, Love and practise it in youth, It is the only outward sign Of an inward grace Divine.

Let nations altogether plead

For one Holy Truthful creed ;

One that will Christ-like fruits produce,

With a new and fragrant juice.

We will not then to evil cleave, Nor ourselves and friends deceive ; All will be open, pure and bright, Each a burning shining light.

While strangers to this wond'rous grace Doom'd must be the human race ; But when we reproduce this gem, It the flood of sin will stem.

Search then, for Truth, our God's great gift, It will all our actions sift ; When we its banner do display Never more will we decay.

Then all earth's great and mighty throng, With one universal song Will chant the Great Creator's praise As they walk in wisdom's ways.

THE SABBATH MORN".

In the quiet of your chamber, In the early Sabbath dawn,

Eise and converse with your Maker, Like singing-birds in the morn.

We need not now, like Sainted Mary, In the grave-clothes seek our Lord,—

You will find Him bright and early, He will answer you each word.

From His mansion up above us

He considers all our ways ; He requires no such work and fuss,

As man's making now-a-days,

About rituals and crosses,

And some other foolish things ;

'Tis His sacraments he watches, To His Sabbath Day he clings.

Oh ! watch then, ye men and maidens, Try your actions in the light,

God is coming to His garden,

To make all things pure and bright.

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